Ꮎne Ꭰay Ꮤith ᎡεαρεᎡ

Time to Ꭱεαρ

You were tired with your life. Just tired with everything. Life, work, etc. The list could go on but you wander to your makeshift couch. A couch that situated at the window, making you admired the surroundings of the city when it iluminate at night. A couch that Reaper gave you. You know he always goes on different type of mission which you never ask.

Why? Because of his attractive and deep voice could make you faint. I mean, seriously. Haven't you heard the way he laugh and talk about death. Oh, it sent a shiver whenever you listen to his godly voice. An attractive shiver.

Mind you and your thoughts because you were busy leaning against the window frame and crossed your arms under your chest. You gave out a short sigh as you stared at the city. Sure, it looks beautiful when the lights make the night look like a forest filled with fireflies.

You didn't notice Reaper's shadow step as he approach you with stealth and caution. He knew you hated it but its his ways to deepen the relationship between the both of you. Isn't he sweet?

You were suprised by the sudden arms that wrapped around your waist. In the corner of your eye, you've noticed a faint trail of shadow coming from behind you. Knowing who, you decided to give a challenge. The odds are tipping the scale but its worth it.

You and your vile thoughts. Why.

Reaper hugged you tight were your back make contact with his chest - that was strip away from his ammo and belts. He was still wearing his mask and cloak. Even his gloves are still with him. Thats why you carefully hug his arms whenever he comes back from a mission.

"Welcome back," You greeted him, leaning back to his touch. Reaper didn't reply. He just rubbed his cheek - his mask - onto yours.

"I'm guessing the mission didn't went exactly how you plan." It was a dangerous move but you had to do it. His grip around your waist tighten. He released a low growl. Good gravy, that voice. You can't anymore. It seems he went with the flow of your own plan.

You decided to turn around and face him. His mask was blocking the face you wanted to see. You placed both of your arms to his shoulders. The space between you was getting thin as you remove his mask.

You know his past. You were the only one he could trust. You could say, you were his light when Jack Morrison was in the spotlight. When all hope was lost, you were the one he could hope for. As long you are here and alive whenever he return from missions, his light was still lit up. No matter what or how the mission ended up, you were always at his place, ready to cheer him up with your life. Gossips, shopping, tv shows and such. He could stare at your face as you kept talking. It could be his last seeing your beautiful face and your siren-like voice but he was Hades and you were his Persephone.

Anyway, enough with sappy stuff. You succesfully took out his mask and see his face. The accident that happened still was there. Imprinted onto his face. He may be dead to the Overwatch agents, but the Talon did a whole lot of work, making him alive and given him the shadow abilities.

So, here you are. Staring onto death itself. Wondering what would Persephone do when she comforts Hades. Basically, thats the relationship between the both of you. Since Reaper likes death you gave him a nickname; Hades. He fired you back with a nickname; Persephone.

Widowmaker sometimes wondered why the both of you would talk about Greek mythology. Sometimes she don't bother to ask why.

Back to you, you gave a kiss onto his cheek. Making death itself blush like a little school girl. You try to hide away the smile that was creeping to you lips. "I still love you, no matter what. M'kay?"

Reaper averted his eyes away but something caught his attention.

You leaned onto his ear and whispered,"Time to reap." And leaned back to see his reaction.

Oh how you wish you could take a photo and make it your screensaver but you can't.

"Well," His deep and attractive voice shot you back. He didn't glance at the clock but his eyes was locked on. On to yours. "Would you look at the time..."

And that night was looking grim.